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[acatnamedpusheen]

me hears:

*i need a cha cha beat boy*

*woogie on & on*

*groovy everywhere*

*i need you*

*gray*

*g. r. boi*

*coming to you live*

*hey boy, its cold*

*[whisper] JYP*

me:

[acatnamedpusheen]

Comeback maybe? #sike

Hey y'all wassup? It's almost been a year since I last wrote a fanfiction but I see your likes and reblogs almost every day! I can't thank you enough for all these notes, I can never believe that my fics are worth such attention but I'm glad you seem to enjoy them.

Recently I had the urge, I thought I'd never have again, to write. I still lack motivation but if yall wanna leave some asks to start some chit chat (about Got7's comeback even) you're more than welcome ^^

#got7 #got7 fanfic #got7 imagines #got7 fanfiction #jaebeom scenarios #got7 scenarios #lim jaebeom #jaebeom fanfiction

[acatnamedpusheen]

OMG I was just scrolling and boom there I see the title of my fic 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I'm so happy you enjoyed it! I was actually about to finally start writing the 2nd part

even more of my fav imagines and blurbs with Ethan Torchio

first part

second part

*-smut

måneskin teaching you italian

massages headcannons

cry baby

cuddling with ethan torchio

aftershow headcanons

hurt headcannons

silent movies

trust me

♡the one where ethan is pretending

♡jealous headcanon

♡fool for you

♡to love you

♡ethan torchio soft hour

♡smut with ethan *

♡it will always be you*

♡the one with ethan’s suggestion*

nsfw headcanons*

NSFW alphabet*

smut headcanons*

champagne & sunshine*

say you love me*

one more NSFW alphabet *

a night in paris *

masterlist

#ethan torchio smut #i legit gasped

[acatnamedpusheen]

*keyboard smash*

[woman by doja cat plays softly in the background]

#jaebeom #jeez

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300 notes?!?!?! You guys... 🤯🤧😭🤧

Night Sky

Damiano x fem!reader

Smut (voyeurism, kinda rough)

A/N: It's short but dirty :") y'all need to take me to horny jail

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The view of the city at night was magical from the hotel window. A luxury loft, overlooking Paris, of course Damiano couldn't had picked anything less for your holiday together.

The lights that were scattered across the beautiful old buildings were the only spots you tried to focus your eyes on in an attempt to stay grounded as Damiano had you pressed against said window, lavishing your neck with kisses and gradually picking up his pace.

You'd never imagined doing such thing and indeed it wasn't planned. It started as a joke when Damiano suggested it once he saw you gazing outside the window, earning himself the most terrified wide eyed expression of yours.

Yet there you were completely bare before the Paris night sky at Damiano's mercy.

"We'll probably be in trouble if someone sees us, you know" you managed to say in between moans, hands attempting to get a better grip on the glass they were glued to.

"There's no fun otherwise, amore." he growled "Let them see how good I'm making you feel, how well you're taking me." he finished his sentence with a particularly hard thrust.

More wanton moans left your mouth as one of his hands travelled from your breasts all the way down to your clit. Closing your eyes you were ready to welcome the wave of your orgasm, but Damiano was quick to withdraw his fingers, causing a whine to fall from your lips.

"Be a good girl for me and use your words." his voice was barely above a whisper close to your ear as he pulled your hair, making you gasp.

"Please..." you sighed, his lips once again on your neck.

"You'll have to be a bit more specific babe." the grip on your hair became tighter, causing your back to arch, slightly changing the angle of his thrusts.

"Please... make me come, please." you moaned desperate for a release.

"And you don't care if anyone sees us? If anyone sees that beautiful body of yours coming undone because of me?" even without seeing him you could practically hear the smirk on his face. No matter how close he was to his own high, Damiano would always find a way to tease you in order to hear you begging.

"No...I don't care, let them stare... Please let me come." the knot in your stomach had gotten unbearable. Damiano's hand that was tangled in your hair had moved to hold your hip in place, only a few inches away from your aching spot.

"That's my good girl" he groaned and his fingers finally reached your clit.

Just a few skilled touches and you were hitting your climax with a mix of his name and some profanities as your mantra. Seeing the magnificent night sky outside blending with your starry vision only added to the euphoric feeling. And Damiano wasn't much less of a mess, as he finished with sloppy thrusts and a string of low moans.

You both knew from that point on, that you'd be satisfying your newfound kink, again very soon.

[acatnamedpusheen]

He went:

for my non greek peeps this means something along the lines of "I don't give a damn"

I CAN'T WITH THIS MAN 😂

#damiano david #maneskin #people need to chill #love his attitude tho #måneksin

[acatnamedpusheen]

~i just wanna amuse ya~

#måneskin #sheesh

[acatnamedpusheen]

So should I consider this an honorable title or something? :")

P.S: I can't thank you enough for the love on my 2 recent fics and especially the Ethan one! I've seen your replies, I'll try to write Pt2 asap ^^

#maneskin smut #maneskin fanfiction #maneskin #wtf lmao

[acatnamedpusheen]

When the drums kick in during 'Coraline':

#måneskin #agree lmao

[acatnamedpusheen]

Say You Love Me

Ethan x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst

Words: 1.1K

Summary: You and Ethan are in a fwb relationship. Both of you end up falling for each other, but refuse to admit it in fear of rejection.

A/N: Blame it on the IWBYS teaser photos... I'm in love with this man

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"So, what do you want us to be today" your arms found their place on Ethan's shoulders, eyes looking directly at his.

"You'll be my girlfriend and I'll be your possessive boyfriend, who constantly wants to remind you you're his." he smirked before he pulled you in for a deep kiss as his hands squeezed your ass.

Your relationship with Ethan was pretty straightforward: friends with benefits. You'd met through Thomas at an afterparty that followed one of their gigs some months ago.

Ethan had been eyeing you up and down from the moment you'd sat across him and you'd soon found yourself surrendering to this quiet yet intense flirting.

Fast forward to a few gigs later during their tour, where the sexual tension between the two of you was agonizingly evident and you ended up fucking on the couch of a dressing room before the show. You could have easily been caught, but somehow that only added to the adrenaline rush of the moment.

After that night, you silently agreed to establish this kind of relationship, as you kept visiting him mostly before concerts and sometimes after. Each time playing out a different scenario, each time letting him fuck you until you were screaming his name.

Today would not be an exception. Ethan was quick to push you against the nearest wall, kisses burning like fire and gradually but hungrily travelling down to your jaw, your neck and your collarbones. You felt him bite with the intention to leave a mark, making you gasp.

"I said possessive, cucciola." he glanced at you for a brief moment before resuming his actions, making sure to leave a nice purple mark as a reminder of the night.

Lifting one of your legs up and securing it around his waist with a firm grip on your thigh, his mouth moved towards the clevage that was left uncovered by your lacy bra. A humm of satisfaction was enough to let Ethan know he had already turned you on.

The truth is, ever since this whole friends with benefits thing had started you couldn't shake off the idea of catching feelings for each other. As much cliche as it sounded, after every one of your "sessions" you were surprised to find yourself ever so slowly falling for Ethan and you couldn't help but wonder if there was any chance he was in a similar state of mind. Besides the fact that he knew how to please you, he had a really stable and interesting personality as well as a hidden great sense of humor. Each time you discovered a little bit more and at the same time, you were left wanting more.

And he gave you more as his fingers sneaked past your pants and underwear to start playing with your folds. You moaned as you felt him spread your arousal, then reach your clit.

"Does that feel good baby?" his velvet voice elicited another moan from you.

"You're mine, remember that. Mine to kiss...mine to tease...mine to fuck."

And he was quick to do exactly that as you both discarded the clothes that got in the way and he put on a condom. With the steady grip on your thigh again, he slid inside you causing both of you to moan in unison. Your hands tangled in his rich black hair, back arching as his lips were yet again on your neck, momentarily distracting you from the initial slightly painful stretch.

Ethan couldn't get enough of you, from the moment he laid eyes upon you. This attraction only got stronger and deeper as he got to know you in the most intimate way. Sure he'd fallen in love with your body, but recently he could clearly sense that he was craving every part of you. He found your personality really intriguing and would often wonder what you two would be like as a couple. Yet this scenario was nothing but a mere idea, with Ethan being too hesitant to address his thoughts to you, believing that there was no chance you'd ever feel the same.

The pace he'd set was deliciously slow yet hard. He wanted to see you melt, hear your beautiful sounds as your palms roamed his defined torso. Gradually he began going faster, thrusts getting sharper, grunts more frequent.

"I wanna hear you say you love me, baby girl." your mind could barely process what you had just heard given the way Ethan was pounding into you. For a brief second you were confused, but quickly remember your scenario.

"I love you Ethan..." you moaned eyes fluttering shut as your head fell back against the wall "...so fucking much". Somehow saying those words out loud had you feeling a different kind of euphoria, because deep down you did truly love him and you got the chance to finally express it.

"Tell me I'm the only one who can make you feel that way." he was close and so were you, almost standing at the edge before the galaxy of pure bliss.

"There's no one else, baby, no one could ever make me come undone like this. I'm so close, please keep going." as your words kept ringing in his ears they created a beautiful delusion in Ethan's mind: you were his and he was yours, the way he'd imagine it.

In this beautiful delusion you both climaxed, seemingly harder than any other time. You cradled Ethan as close to you as possible, one hand in his hair and the other one on his back, while his name kept falling from your lips in the form of a moan. Ethan was buried in your neck feeling the vibrations of your voice, holding your body in place as you rode out your highs.

Soon, you pulled away and after getting cleaned up, still trying to catch your breaths, you got dressed again. The gig would be starting in about 20' which meant Ethan had to find the others for any last minute details and you had to go find a nice spot to watch to show.

"Good luck tonight." you gave him one last kiss. Your inner voice kept screaming 'I love you' but you knew better than to externalize that.

"Thanks" he replied. 'I'd really like if we could go out sometime, for real.' he kept repeating in his mind, but knew better than to actually voice it.

You saw it in his eyes, that there was something else he wanted to say and you were hoping he'd say it before you turned around and walked out the door of the dressing room, but that never happened.

As the door closed behind you, leaving Ethan alone, he let out a frustrated sigh. Should he really try and make the first move?

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Anyone wants a pt.2? I have some ideas, just trying to find motivation :")

#maneskin #ethan torchio #maneskin imagine #maneskin smut #maneskin fanfiction #maneskin x reader #ethan x reader #ethan torchio smut #ethan torchio x reader #måneskin

[acatnamedpusheen]

Måneskin Masterlist

S: smut/ A: angst/ F: Fluff

Le Parole Lontane (Damiano x Reader) [A,F,S]

Pt.1 / Pt.2

Night Sky (Damiano x Reader) [S]

Say You Love Me (Ethan x Reader) [S,A]

#maneskin #maneskin x reader #maneskin fanfiction #maneskin smut #damiano x reader #damiano david #ethan x reader #ethan torchio #maneskin imagine

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Night Sky

Damiano x fem!reader

Smut (voyeurism, kinda rough)

A/N: It's short but dirty :") y'all need to take me to horny jail

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The view of the city at night was magical from the hotel window. A luxury loft, overlooking Paris, of course Damiano couldn't had picked anything less for your holiday together.

The lights that were scattered across the beautiful old buildings were the only spots you tried to focus your eyes on in an attempt to stay grounded as Damiano had you pressed against said window, lavishing your neck with kisses and gradually picking up his pace.

You'd never imagined doing such thing and indeed it wasn't planned. It started as a joke when Damiano suggested it once he saw you gazing outside the window, earning himself the most terrified wide eyed expression of yours.

Yet there you were completely bare before the Paris night sky at Damiano's mercy.

"We'll probably be in trouble if someone sees us, you know" you managed to say in between moans, hands attempting to get a better grip on the glass they were glued to.

"There's no fun otherwise, amore." he growled "Let them see how good I'm making you feel, how well you're taking me." he finished his sentence with a particularly hard thrust.

More wanton moans left your mouth as one of his hands travelled from your breasts all the way down to your clit. Closing your eyes you were ready to welcome the wave of your orgasm, but Damiano was quick to withdraw his fingers, causing a whine to fall from your lips.

"Be a good girl for me and use your words." his voice was barely above a whisper close to your ear as he pulled your hair, making you gasp.

"Please..." you sighed, his lips once again on your neck.

"You'll have to be a bit more specific babe." the grip on your hair became tighter, causing your back to arch, slightly changing the angle of his thrusts.

"Please... make me come, please." you moaned desperate for a release.

"And you don't care if anyone sees us? If anyone sees that beautiful body of yours coming undone because of me?" even without seeing him you could practically hear the smirk on his face. No matter how close he was to his own high, Damiano would always find a way to tease you in order to hear you begging.

"No...I don't care, let them stare... Please let me come." the knot in your stomach had gotten unbearable. Damiano's hand that was tangled in your hair had moved to hold your hip in place, only a few inches away from your aching spot.

"That's my good girl" he groaned and his fingers finally reached your clit.

Just a few skilled touches and you were hitting your climax with a mix of his name and some profanities as your mantra. Seeing the magnificent night sky outside blending with your starry vision only added to the euphoric feeling. And Damiano wasn't much less of a mess, as he finished with sloppy thrusts and a string of low moans.

You both knew from that point on, that you'd be satisfying your newfound kink, again very soon.

#maneskin #maneskin imagine #maneskin smut #damiano david #damiano x reader #damiano smut #måneskin #maneskin x reader #måneskin imagine #måneskin smut #damiano imagine

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Le Parole Lontane (Pt.2)

Damiano × Reader

Pt.1

Genre: Angst/smut (vanilla, unprotected -don't do that kids-)

A/N: I apologize in advance if anyone had been looking forward to Pt2. It took me so long to finish and it's probably straight up cringe. If, however, you happen to enjoy it, hit that like/reblog ^^

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It had rained in the early afternoon. The sweet scent of the rain still lingered in the air and some clouds where scattered across the sky as you walked the all too familiar way to Damiano's home.

Your heart was definitely racing since you had no idea what to expect that night, but you brushed it off trying to play it cool. After all, you were the one who'd decide whether you'd officially break up or not.

You were greeted by a very charming and well groomed Damiano, that had you going crazy in an instant.

"Buonasera, amore mio"¹

You scoffed and rolled your eyes amused, hoping to hide the subtle blush that had crept up your cheeks once you heard him speak his mother tongue.

"Sei bellissima. Come stai?"² he continued as he let you in causing a thousand butterflies to flap their wings inside you.

"Bene, grazie. E tu?"³ over the course of your relationship, you'd picked up some Italian enough to understand Damiano for the most part, so you decided to put that to use, pleasantly surprising him.

"Ora che ti vedo non potrebbe andare meglio"⁴ you'd be lying if you said you weren't feeling absolutely flattered as you were getting lost inside his dark pupils that seemed to be holding a mysterious, magical abyss.

Part of you just wanted to grab him by the collar of his dress shirt and kiss him as hard as possible, but you suppressed the urge while you were both taking a seat at the dining table he'd set.

"I see you went all the way cooking tonight." you pointed out as you sat across him.

"I only have a night to win you back, I had to do my best." he chuckled and oh how you loved his smile. It's not that he didn't know how to cook or that he wasn't good at it, but rather that if he did happen to do it you knew it was indeed a special occasion.

"About that, I'd love for us to get back together, but I don't think I can take it if we keep fighting like that." you decided to address the matter straight away, your eyes were fixed on the plate in front of you.

"Amore, this happened once. All couples get into fights at some point-"

"That wasn't the only time and you know it." anger gradually started taking over you as he still seemed to be nonchalant about it.

"The past months we've been arguing on an almost regular basis, because you can't accept the fact that my opinion might not be the same as yours."

There was a heavy silence for a moment, Damiano clearly taken aback by what you'd just said.

"Y/N when did I say that? When didn't I listen to you?"

"I don't mean directly. It's what you say, how you always make me feel inadequate."

"But we did always manage to work it out in the end."

"If by that you mean me agreeing with you or silently accepting whatever the hell you'd say because there was no point in trying to change your mind, then yes."

"Do you think I'd kept trying to contact you, trying to talk to you, wanting you back if I didn't accept you, value your opinion?"

"Do you really want me back or would it just hurt your ego if I walked away? Hell, do you even love me?!"

Yelling out that last phrase, you stood up, staring directly into Damiano's eyes that had gotten cloudy.

Watching him slowly stand up as well, there was a momentary spark of fear inside you.

He approached you, stood an inch away from you, eyes piercing into yours and you swore they could burn you.

"If you doubt me once again I-" he run a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated in a search for the right words.

"What will you do? Yell at me? Insult me? Hit m-" your last word was cut off by Damiano's lips crashing into yours, silencing you completely.

Wide eyed at first you didn't respond, but soon you were sharing a rather feverish kiss as the whole world was becoming nothing but a whirlwind.

A kiss that spoke louder and clearer than those clumsy words.

"Why'd you give me such a hard time Y/N?" he asked out of breath once you parted.

"I guess I wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine." as your lips curled up to a smirk you saw his eyes darken just a little bit, hands travelling to rest on your hips, while yours traced his torso and started undoing the buttons of his dress shirt.

Leaving a trail of clothes behind you walked, nearly tripping some point in between hungry kisses, to his bedroom, dinner long forgotten.

He spilled you on the sheets and his lips wasted no time in attacking your neck. You could feel desperation in the way he kissed and touched you. His hands were caressing your whole body while his mouth moved softly yet passionately from your neck, to your breasts.

And you welcomed that desperation, as it got mixed with your own feeling of incompletion. Every single moment you spent away from Damiano you'd sense this void. As much as you wanted to deny it, you could never love anyone the way you loved him.

A moan fell from your parted lips as he was alternating between fondling and sucking on your mounds. Oh how he had missed hearing those beautiful sounds, only he was capable of eliciting from you.

Tender hands travelled from your torso, down to your thighs, spreading them further apart, as his lips followed close behind causing goosebumps on your skin. The fire within you was burning hotter and hotter every second, your own pair of hands tracing the tattoos on his arms, his back and eventually getting tangled in his hair.

"Amore..." he locked eyes with you for a brief second, looking for any signs of hesitation in your beautiful orbits, but to no avail since you were ready to give him everything.

And your offer was more than welcome, as he dived between your legs, causing your back to arch once you felt the first soft licks. Soon these turned into full on sucking and kissing. He was tasting you again after so long and the idea alone was enough to drive him crazy.

Your relationship could easily take a turn towards being toxic and deep down you both knew it, even Damiano. But, you'd just proved that you couldn't live apart, so you let yourselves surrender to each other.

And as you were ready to lose yourself to the blissful feeling of your orgasm, his lips were no longer on your heat. Instead, still coated in your essence, they came to meet your own in a feverish kiss that lead your tongues into a sensual dance.

When he started ever so slowly entering, you moaned in unison, finally walking the road towards completion you both had been longing for all this time.

"Don't ever make me live without you again." you sighed as your arms rested on his shoulders.

"I won't. Not now that I know how it feels." he whispered inches away from the skin of your neck which he then proceeded to litter with kisses and occasional bites.

As he picked up the pace, you moved your hips in sync, heavenly pleasure taking over you. And when his thumb found its place on your clit, the coil within you snapped, Damiano joining you soon after.

The wave of euphoria hit you both hard and you could do nothing but ride it in an ensemble of moans and grunts, letting it completely consume you. It felt like walking across the sky, across a million stars. And it was clear, that you couldn't take that walk in life without one another.

¹ good evening, my love

² you're gorgeous, how are you?

³ fine, how about you?

⁴ now that I see you I couldn't be better

#måneskin #damiano x reader #maneskin imagine #maneskin fanfiction #damiano david #damiano imagine #damiano david x reader #maneskin x reader #måneskin imagine #måneskin x reader

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Reblog for a miracle to happen tonight

To anyone who says the post is a LIE, no. It’s an expiriment to see if it works. Or how it does when it does.

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You guys... 🤧🤧🤧 thank you so much

ignore the drafts, these are just posts that I really liked not my fics

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Can someone who knows Italian please tell me how you'd say "Now that I see you I couldn't be better" ? It's for informational and scientific purposes (a fanfiction)

Thank y'all in advance ^^

#damn I feel the second hand embarrassment... #maneskin fanfiction #maneskin imagine #maneskin #måneskin

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Le Parole Lontane Pt.1

Damiano David x reader

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Pt.2

Genre: Angst/smut (in next part)

Warnings: Slight cursing and sexual content

Snippet: He made you feel like home, truly loved, truly special, but then came the fights.

"Give me one night to prove you I love you more than anything in the world and then you decide whether we get back together or not."

A/N: I don't even know if this is remotely good (or just straight up cringe) or if I'll stay consistent and actually write what I have planned for the next part but hey here have this!

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You saw him again, after 2 months. You saw him again and you could feel a warmth deep within you, as if it was the first day of spring. At the same time, you could feel a sharp coldness piercing through your heart, like the freezing cold air of a snowy winter.

That's what Damiano always did. He shook things up in your life since the day he entered it. He confused you as he made you feel emotions you never thought you could experience. He made you feel like home, truly loved, truly special, but then came the fights. Those were the times you couldn't understand him and it hurt. It hurt because you felt inadequate, at fault. It hurt because small cracks would be created on the beautiful image of your relationship. And those cracks would be filled with feelings of guilt, regret.

"Just how much more insensitive could you be, Y/N?"

The concert was starting in half an hour and you two had picked up a fight backstage. Usually this happened when you were alone at home, but this time it was different and you could feel it all along.

"So now somehow I'm the insensitive one?!"

"I'm insensitive for trying to be there for you and not leave you drowning in your own problems?!"

You raised your voice not caring if anyone in the next rooms heard you. You've had enough of Damiano constantly snapping at you or even ignoring you the past few days while you were trying to be supportive.

"It was obviously of no use, so why where you so convinced that you were actually helping?"

There came the hurtful words and little did you know that this was not the worst. It pained you to see him like this because you knew he wasn't his usual self. Yet he made you feel like you weren't enough, that you didn't deserve him.

"I can't believe we're doing this..." you sighed trying to keep it together.

"I shouldn't have bothered, is that what you want to hear? Is that what you want to hear so we can stop this stupid fight?"

You could sense the tears forming in your eyes, but you held them back. You were willing to face him without breaking down, you were willing to prove that you were strong.

But what's the point of pretending to be strong, when you're gradually falling apart on the inside?

"I'd like to see you stop being a stupid bitch."

No, you must have heard wrong, he couldn't have said such thing to the person he so dearly loved and cherished. To the person he could hold in his arms forever, who's kisses gave him life, who's smile would bring the light.

But indeed those words fell from the lips of a man that had once shown you a new world.

You had no control over your trembling body as you gave Damiano a hard slap. Never would you have imagined yourself doing such thing especially to him, but that night proved to have been unprecedented in many ways.

"Alright then, you're not seeing me ever again."

were your last words probably 10 minutes before the show started. The show that you wouldn't be watching. The show after which you wouldn't hang out with the whole band and later make love to Damiano.

There was no way you could have stayed after he disrespected you like that. You needed time, both of you, to calm down and think it through, to decide whether you really wanted to be together or not.

And so days went by which turned to weeks then months. You decided to basically dissapear from Damiano's life, refusing to answer any of his calls or texts.

The first few days he seemed desperate, calling several times a day only to be greeted by the colorless beeping sound of the phone, in vain waiting that he'd finally get to hear your voice.

You'd be staring at the bright screen, phone in silent, reading his name over and over again that seemed somehow more and more alien to you.

And once he'd get tired of waiting for you to pick up he'd text you. Things like "I'm sorry", "Can we please talk?", "I never meant those words" "Y/N please answer me" had stayed in front of your glistening eyes, but not once did you respond.

You'd also cut off ties with the rest of the members at least for the first few weeks until you were feeling like keeping in touch with Victoria. But nothing more than texts since anything that reminded you of Damiano made your heart sink.

And that sinking feeling was indeed there when you saw him again after about 2 months. Oddly enough though, a part of you just wanted to run straight to his arms and never let go.

It happened at a random coffee shop in the city center. You saw him first when you had just gotten your order and tried to leave before he noticed you, but failed.

Once you locked eyes with each other, you found it impossible to move, giving him the chance to approach you.

"Can we talk now?"

Without uttering a single thing, you moved past him towards some table at the far end of the shop with him following close behind.

There was no room for further postponement of the issue. Whether you ended things or not you ought to have a discussion to clear everything out. After all you did still love him and wanted back that special spark he created in your life, but you couldn't go on if there was a price to pay.

"I missed you" he said with a pained smile once you were both sat across each other.

"Last time I checked, I was an annoying stupid bitch, what changed?"

He sighed, looking away. These words now coming from you, sounded heavier than he'd thought.

"Y/N, you have to understand I don't mean it, I never meant it! Sometimes stress just messes things up."

"Just?! This wasn't a 'just' Damiano. Do you realise what it's like when the person you love the most in this world is giving you the cold shoulder and then talks to you like that?"

"Am I still the person you love the most in this world?"

You saw the pain and longing in his eyes as you realised you'd used the present tense. Your heart was speaking louder than your mind and you couldn't hide it anymore.

"I-I don't know, I need time." you abruptly got up, feeling everything suddenly becoming too overwhelming for you to handle.

As soon as you exited the coffee shop a hand got a strong grip on your wrist forcing you to turn around.

"Give me one night." seeing confusion painted across your features, he continued "One night to prove you that I love you more than anything in this world. And then you decide whether we get back together or not."

"Okay..." you agreed hesitantly but were still quite eager to see what he had in mind.

"Alright then, dinner at my place tomorrow at 8."

#måneskin #damiano x reader #maneskin imagine #maneskin fanfiction #damiano david #damiano david imagine